"Just golf, Killian. I feel like we've been at this hole forever," she then told him. She then glanced behind them and added, "And a family is coming up behind us."

Killian looked in that direction and saw two small children running to the first hole as their parents rushed after them. He chuckled at the sight.

He then turned back to Emma and pointed out, "Alas, love, you are the one who told those stories."

"Only because you wanted to hear them," she refuted as she crossed her arms over her chest.

He only shrugged. He then repositioned his club and finally swung.

To his surprise - and Emma's - the ball landed directly in the hole. He then turned to face her as he wore a playful grin.

"Well, Swan, it seems as if you really are my good luck charm." He then tapped his finger against his cheek.

Emma smiled and shook her head, a light blush staining her cheeks.

She then pushed her hair off her shoulders before she placed her ball on the ground. She took a calming breath before the club connected with the ball.

It rolled through the obstacles before it landed a few inches from the hole.

Emma looked on with disappointment as she sighed. She then told him, "I can't pretend that I didn't want to edge you out."

Killian couldn't help but grin as he teased, "I could just as easily be your good luck charm, love."

His eyebrows then shot up in surprise when she began to laugh. She even covered her mouth so she wouldn't draw attention to herself.

When she finished, he stared at her in utter confusion. He then said, "I must confess I'm at a total loss."

"I know. I'm sorry," Emma began. She took a breath before she continued, "Let me just get this shot really quick, and I'll tell you."

As promised, she hastened over to her ball and almost instantly sank it without even trying.

"How did you bloody do that?" Killian questioned as he gestured between her and the hole.

She held up her index finger and said, "One question at a time, Killian. Just one."

He held up his hands in surrender as he replied, "Apologies, love." She offered him a nod and a reassuring smile in response.

The two of them then picked up the brightly colored balls and ambled over to the next hole.

She then clarified, "The reason I laughed is just the whole irony of the situation. It really is funny if you think about it."

"As usual, love, I'm going to need a bit more information," Killian commented as he peered down at her.

She smiled at him - a nervous sort of smile - before she explained, "It's just everything, you know? I couldn't stand you when we first met - and it was partially because you can read me so well - but then we somehow became best friends. I guess stranger things have happened, but it's still not exactly expected in real life."

Killian couldn't help but chuckle. He then offered, "When you put it like that, it is rather humorous."

"See?" Emma declared, a triumphant note to her voice. She paused before she continued, "But then things got…complicated - mostly due to the fact that I'm an oblivious idiot - but now, we're okay. Even though I still don't know what the hell I'm supposed to feel or how I even feel. Or anything, really, but…"

"Shh," Killian interjected as he pressed a finger to her lips. He then spoke, "You're rambling, love. The reasons are painfully obvious, but perhaps you should take a breath and just say what's truly on your mind."

She nodded, and he removed his finger before she took a deep breath. She then admitted, "I'm really just thinking out loud because I thought it would help me figure out where my head and heart are at."

"Any luck?"

"No," she answered with crossed arms, "I keep telling myself we need to talk about this - as you've pointed out about 17 times…"

She trailed off and turned to him with a dubious look. She then challenged, "Which is odd considering you're the one who wanted us to pretend that things were exactly the same."

"Perhaps - but that was before those kisses," Killian pointed out as he nervously tapped his fingers against his thigh.

"They were on the forehead," Emma told him as she wrung her hands together.

He raked his fingers through his dark hair before he said, "I know. And they shouldn't be as big of a deal as they are, but I can't stop thinking about them."

"I…can't either," Emma slowly admitted, fiddling with the sleeve of her jacket.

She couldn't bring herself to look at him as she continued, "But it's weird…in a good way. And I…" trailing off as her eyes darted all around the room.

Cautiously, Killian then asked her, "And you what, love?" She only stared at him - green eyes gazing into blue.

Finally, Emma broke the silence: "I…like it…and us." She twirled her hair as she added, "Maybe. I think I do anyway."

With a soft smile, Killian reassured her, "If it's any consolation, my head and heart have been muddled for quite some time."

She offered him a small smile. In a quiet voice, she then asked, "How did you manage it?"

He gently brushed her hair behind her ear and told her, "You were more important." She smiled sweetly at him in response.

Just as they stopped at the fourth hole, they heard, "Excuse me, please." They turned around to see a woman walking toward them.

Killian recognized her as the mother of the family who had come in behind them. He asked, "Yes? Can we help?"

"I hate to interrupt your date, but I'm hoping one of you will take a picture of us - it's not a special occasion, but we like to have plenty of pictures," the kind-eyed woman explained as she wore a slightly guilty expression.

Killian glanced sideways at his best friend to gauge her reaction at "date." She remained unfazed as she reassured the woman: "You're not interrupting. And I'd be happy to take a picture of you guys."

"Thank you," the woman replied with a smile. The two women then walked over to the first hole.

The woman then handed Emma her phone before she addressed the children: "This nice lady is going to take a picture of us, okay?"

"Okay, Mommy," the two little boys answered. The woman smiled at them before she ushered them next to their father for the picture.

Once she had joined them, Emma opened the camera and jovially told the family: "Smile, everyone!"

The four of them did so before Emma snapped a couple pictures. When she handed the phone back, the woman spoke, "Thank you for this," smiling once more.

"Of course! It was no problem," Emma replied. The woman's husband then added, "Even still, we appreciate it."

Emma nodded before one of the boys chimed in, "Can we play more, Daddy?"

"Of course," the man answered before the boy and his brother resumed playing. The couple looked on happily at their children.

Emma then spoke up: "I should get back to my own game." The couple briefly looked at her and nodded, offering their thanks once more.

Just before Emma walked away, recognition flashed in the man's eyes. He then asked her, "Have we met before?"

The blonde tilted her head as she commented, "You do seem a little familiar." She then explained, "I'm a detective in this precinct if that helps. Detective Swan actually."

Realization dawned on the man's features as he recalled, "That's right. I remember now," pausing to continue recollecting, "I own and operate an art gallery that doubles as a photography museum. A few pieces were stolen a few years back, and you guys came to investigate."

"And the culprit was an old classmate of yours from NYU who was jealous of your success," Emma supplied as she rested her hands on her arms.

She then told him, "I remember how happy it made me to solve the case quickly - I could tell how much you loved your work."

The man nodded before he said, "I know you were just doing your job, but I really appreciate you guys' help."

"Of course," Emma told him with a smile. She then looked back at Killian who - as usual - waited patiently.

The man then surmised, "I can see you want to get back to him, so I'll let you go. I hope you have a good rest of your day."

"You, too. You and your family," Emma responded with another smile. She then spun on her heel and returned to her best friend.

He grinned as he teased, "I almost arrested you to get you back over here, Swan."

She rolled her eyes in response. She then told him, "If you must know, we worked a case with that guy - he's the one that had that art and photography stolen."

Killian tilted his head for a few moments before he spoke, "Oh, that's right - I remember. It was quite an impressive collection, and it was rather disappointing that his school mate had done it."

Emma hummed in response. She then surmised, "Unfortunately, we both know jealousy is the most volatile motivation."

She paused before she changed the subject: "Anyway, back to our game. Who's in the lead?"

With a raised eyebrow, Killian questioned, "Aren't you the one who's keeping score?"

"What? Oh, yeah," Emma answered as she absentmindedly twirled the ends of her hair.

Killian bit his lip and suppressed a grin. He then told her, "I believe you'll find we're tied, love."

She furrowed her eyebrows in concentration as she looked down at the scorecard. She then conceded, "Yeah, we are - with one hole-in-one each."

With a smug grin, Emma then told him, "Looks like I'll have to find a way to come out on top."

"Good luck with that, Swan," Killian quipped as he leaned against his club.

She quirked an eyebrow as she looked at him. She then got a mischievous gleam in her eyes. Her best friend still leaned against his club as he tried to gauge what she was thinking.

His blue eyes widened when the club fell out from underneath him. Unable to catch himself, he began tumbling toward the floor.

Upon seeing the telltale signs of Emma hiding a giggle, Killian quickly grabbed her hand and pulled her down with him.

She cried out - luckily not being heard over the pulse of the music - as they both hit the floor, with Killian breaking their fall.

Emma pushed herself up on his chest and asked him, "Why in the hell would you do that?"

"Maybe because you're the one who kicked the bloody club out from underneath me," Killian threw back at her.

The annoyance he tried to convey gave way to chuckles. He then teased, "Which is exactly what you deserve."

She rolled her eyes before he sincerely continued, "But are you alright, Emma? Truly?" settling her hands on her waist.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that? I landed on you," she posed - worry flashing in her green eyes.

He smiled as he answered her, "I'm fine, darling. Really - there's nothing to worry about."

She offered him a soft smile before he suggested, "But I'd wager I'd be better if we weren't on the floor."

"Oh, yeah," Emma said before she rolled off him and sat up. He did the same before he stood up and offered his hand.

She took it - and tried to ignore the subsequent heat rising to her cheeks. When she was on her feet, she began to laugh.

At Killian's dubious look, she explained, "I was thinking how ridiculous we are. We're like two lovesick teenagers."

He couldn't help but grin as he surmised, "Lovesick, eh, Swan?"

Her blush deepened as she tried to defend, "You know what I mean, Jones."

"Well, darling, it's rather hard to ignore when you also neglected to tell that woman that we weren't on a date," Killian pointed out as he shot her a playful grin.

She pulled at a string on her shirt before she defended, "I didn't want to try to explain it and make things awkward."

"If you say so," he offered as he grinned at her once more. He then placed his ball on the ground.